Summary

This is what he has been searching for, he knows. There’s something tugging at him, urging him to find out if there is anything behind the door, if it will open for him. He looks around himself, unsure, but figures there can’t be any harm. No one seems to be taking any notice of him anyway. Why not go through the magic door and see if it possibly holds another world behind it? If nothing else, Steve will have something exciting to tell Nat.

So, he reaches out, the discomfort of the day's heat washing away as awe and curiosity take their place, and he grips the handle and pushes.

The frame gives. It creaks open with the piercing sound of unoiled hinges that belong to a door that hasn’t been opened in an innumerable amount of years. It takes Steve a moment to get over the fact that the door opens, but when he does, his breath gets knocked out of him. He finds himself clinging to the handle for support. It’s like a wave crashing over his head and then coming back up for desperate air, shock pushing at his chest.

Summary

A slice-of-life detailing snippets of recovery for a certain Bucky Barnes, aided by those who love and cherish him. Bucky hasn't been outside Steve's apartment since he was released by SHIELD and deemed 'safe'. He doesn't feel very safe. How could he possibly go outside, when that would mean the sun on his skin, fresh air in his lungs and anything but keeping himself locked away? He already doesn't deserve the love Steve has for him, or the sweetness of oatmeal-raisin cookies with too much sugar in them, or the softness each morning seems to bring. Except, maybe. Maybe he might possibly perhaps be allowed to let himself enjoy and appreciate things. Maybe he might possibly perhaps be allowed and even encouraged to do nice things for himself. Maybe he might possibly perhaps be deserving of love.

Summary

No one knows his face. No one knows that it's him, blond hair, blue eyes, tall, strong build, that's killing these people. No one knows it's him that chooses a random town on a map and drives there, spends the day wandering around and leaves in the afternoon, blood on his hands and another death under his belt. No one knows.

Except this man.

This man who sits quivering at the foot of the bed. This man who had seen Steve slip a knife into the back of another man's neck, severing the spinal cord neatly in the bathroom of a mall. This man who had seen Steve place the dead man on a toilet and shut the door. This man who had met Steve's eyes in the mirror, face already pale, mouth wide open in shock.

This man.

Or, the one where I churn out a self-indulgent Serial Killer!Steve, Kidnapped!Bucky fic and post it in the hopes that someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Summary

After Steve plummets to the Earth from Sokovia, his body doesn't make it. While the forest claims his bones, his spirit is in no place to pass on; he has unfinished business. His spirit, and what is left of the man he once was, is ripped apart and put back together. His spirit, confused and lost, goes to Bucky.

Summary

In 1944, Steve Rogers lands in Italy with a uniform, a list of endangered monuments, and whatever authority he can muster up by grit and determination. Steve barely scraped by in Basic, but as a Monuments Man his mission is nothing less than the preservation of humanity’s legacy.

All things made precious by time, beauty, and love are threatened in wartime. If one man can save even a few, it must be worth it.

Summary

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes never expected to fall from a train into decades of torture and killing.

HYDRA never expected their perfect Winter Soldier's programming to shatter.

And Bucky, who'd once been the Winter Soldier, who was now an auxiliary to the Avengers, never expected to look down from a rooftop in New York City, where he was keeping watch over the world's most ineffectual aspirant supervillains, and see a tiny ball of angry sunshine. Fierce and fearless, he loosed feelings in Bucky that he'd thought were gone forever.

Bucky was determined to see him again. The better thing would have been to introduce himself. Not to stealthily follow him as he leapt across the rooftops, strong and agile, feet touching down like he was doing gravity a favour.

The world may have been full of things no one could have expected, but Bucky probably shouldn't have been surprised when his tiny ball of fierce, angry sunshine dumped him on his ass.

Summary

“Ok. Fuck. Here’s the plan.” Barnes casually stood up and leaned over to wrap an arm around Loki, careful to keep his back to those voices.

“What are you---” Loki looked at Barnes in confusion, and pressed back a little, pushing him away.

“You can illusion yourself, right? You should do that. And then I’ll throw you at them as a distraction.” Barnes tugged Loki closer and fought down the panic that clawed up his back.

“What?! No! No, I do not like this plan. I object. Strenuously,” Loki babbled at him, and put a little more effort into shoving Barnes away.

Steve was right behind them. Right there. Within reach.

Barnes couldn’t deal with that.

Could.

Not.

“It’s a great plan. Guaranteed to work. They won’t know it’s you, and I’ll be gone by the time they look up.” With his left arm secure in its grip on Loki’s shoulder, Barnes grabbed Loki’s belt with his right. “Better get ready.”

“Barnes. Barnes!”

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Or, where Loki is an absolute troll for the Powers of Mostly-Sometimes-Good, Bucky is having the worst century ever, and everything still manages to turn out mostly okay.

Summary

“He's called Loki. He's not from around here,” Fury says, and it’s not until Steve gets back to the apartment and finds the briefing package someone’s left on the kitchen counter—

Loki of Asgard. There’s a rough profile based on what they know so far: a sorcerer, a trickster, alien. Immortal. And there are a couple photos ripped from security footage, Loki standing over the bodies of SHIELD personnel with some kinda energy weapon in his hand. Tall, pale, dark hair slicked back. Slender, haughty features, like a hawk. Familiar Goddamn features.

He’s Ulfadhir. He’s Ulfadhir, he’s Steve’s fucking father.

Steve Rogers—iceborn, wolfkin, sorcerer and spy and part-time Captain America—has made it out of the ice, made it home. And okay, no one he loves is alive and intact to tell of it, and there’s a paramilitary spy agency watching his every move, and everything is a nightmarish shitshow but that’s just business as usual, really, and he’s got a handle on it and then—

And then his father steals the Tesseract and turns a classified SHIELD installation into a sink hole. And then the shit hits the fan.